I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger,
A trav'ling through this world of woe;
But there's no sickness, no toil or danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to see my mother,*(1)
I'm going there, no more to roam,
I'm just a-going over Jordan,
I'm just a-going over home.
*(2) father, (3) Savior,
|First Line:||I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger|
|Title:||I'm Just a Poor, Wayfaring Stranger|
|Scripture:||Psalm 119:19; Psalm 39:12; 2 Corinthians 3:18; Hebrews 13:14|
|Source:||American folk hymn|